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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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No Wealth; No Worshipping required…
No wealth required; not even the most infinitesimal shade of the scintillating currency coin ever needed; which robustly jingled till handsome eternity,
No versatility required; not even the most inconspicuous shade of spell binding talent ever needed; which unassailably cast its own inimitable supremacy; upon every other bit of monotony; satanically thriving on this commercial planet,
No majesty required; not even the most infidel shade of princeliness ever needed; which irrefutably overwhelmed; every ounce of oblivious ordinariness in the fabric of the unceasing atmosphere,
No punctuality required; not even the most ethereal shade of timeliness ever needed; which gave the most resounding slap in the face of preposterously lambasting indolence,
No power required; not even the most transient shade of domination ever needed; which forever massacred the molehill of weakness; like the most hapless of white ants,
No pretension required; not even the most ephemeral shade of gaudiness ever needed; which sneeringly surpassed every trifle of bohemian rusticity; in the boundless Universe,
No victory required; not even the most insouciant shade of unshakable triumph ever needed; which insuperably embedded the flag of jubilation; upon every lugubriously blackened corner of planet earth,
No beauty required; not even the most disappearing shade of astoundingly miraculous panorama ever needed; which irrefutably crucified all lacklusterness on boundless earth,
No politics required; not even the most frugal shade of dexterously successfully manipulation ever needed; which inevitably guided the way to the ultimate of a person’s dreams; in this fetidly wretched planet today,
No endless incantations required; not even the most evanescent shades of mellifluously subliming rhymes ever needed; which put every element of frazzled desperation to celestial rest,
No impeccable white robes required; not even the most diminutive shades of tirelessly meditative holiness ever needed; which interminably dissolved all blemishes into a coffin of amorphous nothingness,
No scarlet blood required; not even the most obfuscated shades of undefeated crimson passion ever needed; which perpetuated new life in the most cadaverously slaughtering of graveyards,
No clairvoyance required; not even the most impoverished shades of unconquerable Omniscience ever needed; which made every other living being on this earth appear like; lividly vanishing feces,
No authority required; not even the most invisible shades of sanctimoniously silencing superiority ever needed; which made countless others to slave under; just the imperceptible tip of your little finger,
No brilliance required; not even the most dying shades of pricelessly ameliorating evolution ever needed; which triumphantly snapped the fangs of all doomed stagnation in the world,
No immortality required; not even the most fugitive shades of infallibly everlasting demeanor ever needed; which forever put the word “death” to indescribable shame,
No worshipping required; not even the most penurious shades of maniacal blind faith ever needed; which was an end to the hideously ghoulish spirit of the agnostic,
Instead. If you really wanted to become a perpetually integral ingredient of the Omnipotent Lord’s blood; all you had to do was uninhibitedly leave every element of your body to float in the stream of humanity; and let every of your heartbeat spontaneously and effortlessly bond with the sky of Omnipresent Love….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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638.
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Nobody
Nobody could have loved rain more on this entire
Universe; than the horrifically scorching and
miserably slavering desert sands,
Nobody could have loved a child more on this entire
Universe; than its magnanimously sacrosanct mother,
Nobody could have loved grass more on this entire
Universe; than the timid horned and adorably nimble
cow,
Nobody could have loved milk more on this entire
Universe; than the freshly born impeccable infant;
wailing like an angel in its cradle,
Nobody could have loved clouds more on this entire
Universe; than the royally soaring flight of the
majestic eagle,
Nobody could have loved light more on this entire
Universe; than the despairingly stinking and morbidly
dilapidated dungeons,
Nobody could have loved victory more on this entire
Universe; than the immortal soldier fighting to save
his motherland,
Nobody could have loved flowers more on this Universe;
than the boisterously buzzing and philandering humming
bee,
Nobody could have loved the silvery web more on this
Universe; than the enigmatically dancing golden
spider,
Nobody could have loved reflection more on this
Universe; than the pellucid glass of the incredulously
scintillating mirror,
Nobody could have loved nostalgia more on this
Universe; than the man about to bond with veritable
brink of wholesome extinction,
Nobody could have loved the well more on this
Universe; than the handsomely croaking frog; bouncing
as water pelted down from the sky,
Nobody could have loved sight more on this Universe;
than the perpetually blind; stumbling at each step;
even in the most flamboyantly brilliant of sunshine,
Nobody could have loved fantasy more on this Universe;
than the insatiably dreaming artist; profusely
entrenched in the mesmerizing beauty of this planet,
Nobody could have loved the Moon more on this
Universe; than the enchanting stillness of the
seductively rhapsodic night,
Nobody could have loved compassionate fires more on
this Universe; than sorrowfully trembling avalanches
of frozen ice,
Nobody could have loved the tree trunk more on this
Universe; than the flirtatiously ambling and
delectably footed squirrel,
Nobody could have loved dawn more on this Universe;
than the fervently anticipating cockerels; dying to
inundate the atmosphere with their flurry of
rambunctious sound,
Nobody could have loved the night more on this
Universe; than the somberly mystical and starry eyed;
grandfather owl,
Nobody could have loved loved more on this Universe;
than all those orphaned and trembling with their
shattered destinies on; appallingly stone-hearted
streets,
And nobody could have loved you more on this Universe;
than my ardently thundering heart; which had you and
only you; as it’s sole fantasy; as it’s perpetual and
ultimate cry….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Nobody's ever stopped you
Nobody’s ever stopped you from profoundly relishing
enchanting beams of poignantly brilliant sunlight;
just because there already existed the murderously
ghoulish night;
Nobody’s ever stopped you from insatiably feasting
upon the scent of the compassionately scarlet rose;
just because there already existed the grotesquely
fetid and abhorrently stinking gutter,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from triumphantly blazing in
the fields of unflinching righteousness; just because
there already existed ignominiously ostracizing and
manipulative deceit,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from intrepidly exultating
on the ultimate summit of benign strength; just
because there already existed the infinitesimally
abysmal coffin of cowardliness,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from embedding even the most
diminutive cranny of your persona with the petals of
simplicity; just because there already existed the
gallows of pompously pulverizing prejudice,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from inexhaustibly drinking
the elixir of perpetual truth; just because there
already existed the unsurpassably gory mortuary of
meaninglessly decrepit lies,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from uninhibitedly romancing
with the winds of boundlessly victorious freedom; just
because there already existed the treacherously
vindictive and agonizingly chauvinistic whip of
slavery,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from uniting the brutally
estranged planet with the thread of oneness; just
because there already existed the satanic web of
indiscriminately parasitic politics,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from indefatigably being a
harbinger of all humanity; just because there already
existed the delirious devil gobbling humans; animals
and living organisms; pugnaciously alike,
Nobody’ s ever stopped you from mellifluously
perpetuating the atmosphere with the hymns of global
brotherhood; just because there already existed the
salaciously diabolical cacophony of severely self
destructive selfishness and malice,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from timelessly catapulting
to newer summits of spell bindingly intriguing
innovation; just because there already existed the
clammily monotonous hole in the belly of slavering
soil,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from tirelessly dancing in
the mists of sensuously untamed mischief; just because
there already existed the lasciviously incarcerating
graveyard of monotonous chicanery,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from boisterously chirping
with the full and unparalleled fervor of blessed life;
just because there already existed the preposterously
stagnated and withering dungeon of stony silence,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from philanthropically
liberating your fellow comrades in unimaginably
horrific despair; just because there already existed
cannibalistic anarchy in every corner of the sleazily
commercial world,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from endlessly procreating
an infinite more virile of your own kind; just because
there already existed the spuriously criminal droplet
of perilously impairing infertility,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from continuously
fantasizing into the land of the Omnipotently
endowing; just because there already existed the
cobwebs of scurrilously obsolete and obfuscated
dilapidation,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from forever coalescing with
the wave of unshakable oneness; just because there
already existed a myriad of indiscriminatingly
separating religion on the trajectory of this
Universe,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from holistically cleansing
every frazzled pore of your demeanor with the
waterfall of bountifully symbiotic life; just because
there already existed the dirt of unbearably venomous
dastardliness,
Nobody’s ever stopped you from inhaling and exhaling
boundless galleries of exotically fresh air; just
because there already existed nonchalantly
asphyxiating and despairing lifelessness,
And nobody’s ever stopped you from immortally
dedicating every beat of your heart to the person you
love; just because there already existed the shadows
of torturously slandering and flagrantly ghastly
betrayal…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: prejudice poems, freedom poems, despair poems, strength poems, silence poems, rose poems, truth poems, wind poems, animal poems, dance poems
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Not at the cost of
I didn’t want even the most infinitesimal bit of
happiness; it that was at the cost of countless
innocently hapless; being murderously depleted and
ominously deprived,
I didn’t want even the most diminutive trace of
victory; if that was at the cost of immaculately
bountiful civilians being truculently defeated; and
barbarously stripped of their exhilaration and life,
I didn’t want even the most mercurial pinch of
strength; if that was at the cost of millions of
innocuously symbiotic animals being ruthlessly
assassinated; bludgeoned and killed,
I didn’t want even the most inconspicuous wind of
beauty; if that was at the cost of fathomless holistic
beings; being indiscriminately stripped of their
celestial flesh and bone,
I didn’t want even the most parsimonious entrenchment
of charisma; if that was at the cost of infinite
pristine uxoriously chained to unfathomable
powerhouses of greed and dastardly decrepit
loneliness,
I didn’t want even the most penurious playground of
freedom; if that was at the cost of countless children
being barbarously incarcerated in mortuaries of;
venomously asphyxiating manipulation,
I didn’t want even the most pecuniary hive of talent;
if that was at the cost of limitless artisans being
tyrannically slaughtered in a row; being satanically
extradited of their voice and versatile vow,
I didn’t want even the most esoteric whisper of
melody; if that was at the cost of incomprehensible
number of fantastic nightingales; being roasted for
spuriously vindictive nocturnal supper,
I didn’t want even the most obsolete pinnacle of
prosperity; if that was at the cost of limitless
synergistic; begging hoarsely on the uncouthly
beleaguered and bereaved streets,
I didn’t want even the most ethereal insinuation of
triumph; if that was at the cost of endless
impoverished being despairingly defeated till times
beyond eternal eternity; into corpses of dolorous
hell,
I didn’t want even the most minuscule speck of
majesty; if that was at the cost of brutally
pulverizing harmlessly alive; with footsteps of
insurmountably malevolent hatred,
I didn’t want even the most evanescent beam of
enlightenment; if that was at the cost of countless
destitute; being murderously lambasted by whiplashes
of devastatingly derogatory savagery and doom,
I didn’t want even the most fugitive classroom of
knowledge; if that was at the cost of blissfully
holistic youth being hedonistically unemployed;
sauntering in the coffins of meaninglessly penalizing
illiteracy on the streets,
I didn’t want even the most ephemeral innuendo of
exuberance; if that was at the cost of the
benevolently old being reduced to kennels of infidel
shit in the heart of the very own homes,
I didn’t want even the most transient cistern of
empathy; if that was at the cost of two insatiably
loving souls; being ignominiously imprisoned in
tornadoes of sanctimoniously salacious betrayal,
I didn’t want even the most frigid fraction of enigma;
if that was at the cost of fathomless forests of
enchantingly mesmerizing rhapsody; being unsparingly
torched in the flames of abhorrently delirious
violence,
I didn’t want even the most fugacious leaf of fantasy;
if that was at the cost of unlimited flocks of newly
born infants; being sadistically divested of their
eternal parents; since the very first cry of
vivaciously fragrant existence,
I didn’t want even the most feckless wave of
resilience; if that was at the cost of beautifully
symbiotic organisms; being flagrantly squelched like
lugubriously deadened corpses; by bombastically
simpering powerhouses of treachery,
And I didn’t want even the most indigent breath of
life; if that was at the cost of majestically
humanitarian entities dying like cannibalistic dirt;
while the diabolically marauding devil merrily ate;
ghastily bombarded and timelessly slept; without the
slightest of intervention from the divine….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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